03-15-2022, 09:25 PM
Don't look back, nothing left to see
I can feel you though, wake me from this dreamin
I can feel you though, wake me from this dreamin
Blood drips down sleek scales, dark red blending into black and gold. The Serpent unhinges it jaws, it wastes no time in devouring this morsel of meat that’s been left for it. There is only the cracking of bones, the soft sounds of swallowing, as the overgrown snake begins to consume the corpse whole.
Something is watching but the Serpent is busy.
Not enough. Not enough.
The blood is still warm where it oozes against the back of its throat. The doe works its way further and further and for a moment…. For a moment.
Peace.
It never lasts. Hunger is never Satisfied.
More.
It calls.
MORE.
Like chasing an elusive high, the Beast can’t ever find a stopper to this craving. Nothing can fill this Hunger.
It wants it. It needs it.
It needs more.
Forked tongue tastes the air again and this time… Something warm. Something close. Slowly the snake curls in on itself as it turns towards the source of the smell. Small. White. Blood. It tastes again. Yes, blood and ash and all things good. Somewhere beneath the scales, something stirs and the Hunger is quick to smother it.
Just one more morsel. Just a little snack.
Dessert.
The Serpent considers The Child, still moving its jaws as the last meal finally settles. The Child wonders what might it fear and the answer would be surprising to the Child. A simple word. Her.
This is not Her and the Hunger is calling.
Slithering through damp leaves and cold snow, unblinking red find glossy dark. Almost as black as the scales that slide against hard earth as the Serpent begins to curl around the Child. There is warmth beneath the fur, it doesn’t mind the bitter taste of ash. Tasting the air again, that pulse of life.
Need it.
Want it.
There is a second where it seems the Serpent smiles down at The Child. It isn’t of course. Just a brief pause where its mouth begins to open, revealing the fangs hidden there as it releases its venom in the moment before it attacks.
Hungry.
So very Hungry.
Something is watching but the Serpent is busy.
Not enough. Not enough.
The blood is still warm where it oozes against the back of its throat. The doe works its way further and further and for a moment…. For a moment.
Peace.
It never lasts. Hunger is never Satisfied.
More.
It calls.
MORE.
Like chasing an elusive high, the Beast can’t ever find a stopper to this craving. Nothing can fill this Hunger.
It wants it. It needs it.
It needs more.
Forked tongue tastes the air again and this time… Something warm. Something close. Slowly the snake curls in on itself as it turns towards the source of the smell. Small. White. Blood. It tastes again. Yes, blood and ash and all things good. Somewhere beneath the scales, something stirs and the Hunger is quick to smother it.
Just one more morsel. Just a little snack.
Dessert.
The Serpent considers The Child, still moving its jaws as the last meal finally settles. The Child wonders what might it fear and the answer would be surprising to the Child. A simple word. Her.
This is not Her and the Hunger is calling.
Slithering through damp leaves and cold snow, unblinking red find glossy dark. Almost as black as the scales that slide against hard earth as the Serpent begins to curl around the Child. There is warmth beneath the fur, it doesn’t mind the bitter taste of ash. Tasting the air again, that pulse of life.
Need it.
Want it.
There is a second where it seems the Serpent smiles down at The Child. It isn’t of course. Just a brief pause where its mouth begins to open, revealing the fangs hidden there as it releases its venom in the moment before it attacks.
Hungry.
So very Hungry.
obscene
@Enthrall
I'm here for it <3
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